Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Hello my lovely readers! Well I re-wrote this chapter. Seriously when I read this again after finishing chapter 14, this made my nauseous. The only thought that ran through my head was,"How could people read this?" Anyway, this isn't the best, but hey, it's better than it was.

I stared at the headrest in front of me, thinking about why this tragedy happened. My parents died in a car crash two weeks from today, and I remember the incident like it was only seconds ago.

(Flashback) Mom, Dad, and myself are in the car, and my parents just finished the papers that filed their divorce.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

"Sweetie you know that we both love you very much." Mom pointed out.

"Thats not much of an explanation!" I yelled.

"Sammy we're not doing this because of you." Dad said.

I crossed my arms and screamed,"I HATE YOU!"

Just about two seconds later, the car swerved and we collided with another car that sent us rolling to the side of the road.

All I remembered was an intense pain in my arm, before the blacks spots in my vision took me under.

A few hours later I woke up in a hospital with my two best friends Damian and Michelle beside my bed crying.

"What's wrong?" I croaked.

"Oh!" They exclaimed together. Damian took my hand and Michelle made do with my wrist. On the outside, it would look like Damian was going out with one of us, but in reality, he's gay.

"We thought you were never going to wake up!" Damian rushed.

"Yeah!" Michelle added.

"Whats the damage?" I asked.

"You just had to get stitches on your arm. It was a deep cut. " Michelle explained.

I looked around the room. There was a huge pink teddy bear and a card. On the front, it said,'From your bestest friend Damian' Next to it was a vase full of my favorite flowers. Daisies. On the card, it said,'From your buddy bud Michelle'

"Thank you guys." I smiled.

"You're welcome!" They said in unison.

Then I remembered something. "Where's my parents? Are they alright?"

Damian and Michelle shared a knowing glance and tears came back into their eyes.

"No." I said.

They nodded. I started shaking. Shaking hard. I tried to hold in my sobs, but I couldn't control my tears.

"Just let it out sweetheart. It'll make you feel better." Damian suggested. (end flashback)

I stayed at Michelle's house for two weeks, and the three of us spent every living moment of that time together. I didn't have any close relatives so social services had to track down some relatives that I didn't even know about. Except for one.

(Flashback)

I was sitting in a big room with a bunch of adults arguing. I was so frustrated that it took every fiber of my being to not stand up, scream and slap every face in sight.

"I'll take her!" One lady yelled.

"No I'll take her. You can't even take care of a dog!"

"No I will." Then everybody started arguing at the same time again.

Okay this is the last straw. I moved my chair to the edge of the stage, stood up on it, and screamed at the top of my lungs.

Everybody started to quiet down after about ten seconds. When I made sure everybody was gonna keep their mouths shut, I yelled,"You stupids need to shutup! I'm not a frickin' animal here!"

A tall man stood up in the back. He had a lot of muscles, russett skin, and had black eyes that were familiar. "I'll take her." He said looking at me strait in the eye.

I gasped and immediately jumped off the stage. I ran as fast as I could and yelled,"Uncle Sam!" When I collided into him, the force was so strong that it would have knocked me down if he didn't pull me into a bone crushing hug. I started to sob into his chest and he was rubbing soothing circles on my back and murmuring,"It's okay. You're okay." (End flashback)

I'm still sad that my parents died, but the one thing that keeps me my usual bubbly self, is that Mom and Dad are in a better place.

So now I'm leaving my life in LA behind and moving to La Push with Uncle Sam and his fiancè Emily. This is gonna be a drastic change for me because I'm used to having sunny days everyday, and clear skies. In La Push, it rains everyday, and the sun never comes out.

"Passengers, please put your seat belts on. We will be landing shortly." The pilot said through the intercom.

When I stepped of the plane, with my bags in hand, someone came up behind me and grabbed me. "Boo!"

I screamed and turned around.

There was Uncle Sam with Emily and some other guy that looked kinda like Sam.

"Uncle Sam!" I gave him a huge hug.

"Hey kiddo." He ruffled my hair.

"Hey watch the hair." I pouted.

"Hi Sammy." Emily said.

"Hey Emily!" I also gave her a hug.

"I'm Paul." The other guy said.

"Hey." I shook his hand.

"Somebody's in a cheery mood." Sam observed.

I shrugged. "Where to?"

"Me and Paul will get your bags and we'll drive back to the house." Sam explained.

"Sounds like a plan."

Durning the drive, I was questioned about my life back in LA. I told them about my two crazy friends, all about myself, and how much I loved California.

I could tell that Paul was the kinda guy who liked to speak his mind when he asked,"Why are you always so cheery when your parents just died?"

"Paul." Uncle Sam glared at him through the mirror.

"Its okay Uncle Sam."I turned to Paul. "The reason I act this way us because one, I always act this way, two, if I don't laugh, I cry, and three, I know that Mom and Dad are in a better place."

When we were done with half the drive, the questions stopped and we listened to the radio comfortably.

I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

I heard a car door slam and felt my door open. I was gonna get up, but I was too lazy. A pair of warm arms picked me up and carried me to what felt like a bed. It feels just like the one back home with my satin pink bead spread. Weird.

I fell back into unconciousness three seconds later.

When I was dreaming, I dreamt of a memory I had when I was six. Me and my parents were at one of the parks and we were rolling down a soft, grassy hill. The sky was so peaceful, and if you concentrated, you could see a cloud that looked like a dinosaur.

I woke up to a loud thumping noise and my side pressed to something cold.

My eyes opened up to my old room, and I was on the floor. I sat up and shook my head. There was only one explanation I could think of as to how I woke up in my old room. My wonderful Uncle Sam and Emily.

I was gonna go find them and thank them, but my grogginess made me think twice. I groaned, stood up, and changed into my most comfortable pajamas.

They were soft spongebob pants, a blue tank top, and my spongebob slippers. I put my black, curly, hair into a high pony tail with a blue ribbon before I grabbed the big teddy bear Damian gave me, and fell back into bed.

After what felt like five seconds, and hand gently shook my shoulder,"Sammy sweetie, dinner's ready."

My eyes opened my eyes and saw Emily over me.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?" I asked.

"It's five thirty." She said.

"Oh. Hey, thanks for doing this to my room." I smiled.

"Your welcome sweetheart. Now come out so you can meet some of our friends."

She grabbed my hand and lead me down a short hallway into a living room. There were seven men squished into the small space.

They all looked the same, but different in a way. If that even makes sense.

They all had the same russett colored skin, either black or brown eyes, and they were all shirtless. I could feel the blush creeping up in my cheeks.

Sam stood up and motioned his hand to every person he introduced. "Sammy this is Jared, Quil, Embry, Jacob, Collin, Brady, and you already know Paul."

"Hey Sammy." They all said.

"Hey." I waved and smiled.

"Well c'mon dinner is ready!" Emily called from the kitchen.

I walked into Emily's small kitchen and sat down at the table. Everybody else filed in and sat down. I don't know how all these huge guys can fit into such a small space, but they made it happen.

Emily set large plates of food on the table, and with no exaggeration, it looked like the table was going to break with all of it.

"Dig in." Emily said.

The guys started eating like they haven't eaten in a weeks. "What are you guys, a pack of wolves?" I asked.

They all burst out laughing like I was missing an inside joke.

"We're grown men." Quil said simply.

"Uh-huh." I rolled my eyes.

The front door opened and a girl and a boy came inside. The girl looked like she was 18 and the boy looked about 16.

He was so beautiful. His hair was cropped short, he wore a pair of cutoff jeans, and no shirt. I got lost in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey guys! Sorry we're late!" He apologized.

His eyes roamed around the table, and when he looked at me, he looked like... like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Or a mother seeing her child seconds after birth.

I don't know how long we stayed there just staring each other, but everybody inturrupted our trance when they screamed,"SETH!"

I looked down and blushed.

"Sammy this is Seth and Leah." Emily said.

So Seth was his name. "Hi." I said.

"Hey." Leah said rolling her eyes. Well she seems like kind of a bitch.

"Hi Sammy." Seth greeted. Why did I suddenly get so shy?

"Well you better eat before its gone." Emily told them.

Seth sat in front of me and started eating and staring at me again. It would have been kind of creepy and awkward if I didn't get lost in his eyes again.

"So Sammy where are you from?" Embry asked.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Err... What?"

"Where are you from?"

"Oh." And the questions kept rolling for the rest of dinner.

After dinner, we all moved to the living room. I sat down next to Seth and just talked comfortably. Everything felt so right when I was with Seth. Like nothing bad will ever happen to me as long as he was around.

I wanted to know everything about Seth. His hobbies, favorite music, subjects. The more I talked to him, the more I felt this overpowering love for him. That's crazy Sammy! You just met him! I scolded at myself.

But what if he feels the same way…. I trailed off in my head.

Our hands brushed and the contact felt like electricity running up my arm.

"Sorry." I blushed and pulled my hand away.

"You don't have to be sorry. Ever." He said sincerely.

We smiled at each other. "So where do you go to school?" I asked.

"La Push high." He answered.

"Oh. I'm gonna be going to. Though I don't know when." I said.

"Hey Uncle Sam?" I called.

"Yeah?"

"When do I go to school?"

"Tommorow." He replied.

"Oh." I looked down at the floor. What people don't like me? Will I fail my classes? I knew that answer. No.

Seth grabbed my hand and rubbed soothing circles on it. "It'll be okay. People aren't that bad." He reassured me.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." I yawned.

"Well I'm off to bed." I got up from the couch.

"Night Sammy." Everyone all called.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Emily gave me a hug.

"Have sweet dreams Sammy." Seth said sincerely.

"Night Seth!" I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I walked down the hallway and into my bedroom.

"Oh! Whipped!" Paul taunted.

"Shutup!" Seth yelled.

I plopped back into bed with my thoughts wrapped around how amazing Seth is.